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(Warning: In this fic I intend to totally disrupt timelines, storylines, etc. Very little will be according to their stories because I will change them. So you might say I own the story line. I think. Be prepared for the wildest mix-up of sci-fi!)
(a/n: I've been getting quite a few hits for this first chapter recently, but not so much for the other ones. Please, read on! I didn't think that the story was that bad; if it was, tell me! Just click the little 'submit review' button on the bottom and tell me what's wrong. I'll try to revise it if enough people think it's that bad!)
I recently recieved a 'review' from an anonymous person who said I should have mentioned in my summary that this is going to be a Harry/Hermione match-up of sorts. Anyone who has posted a story will agree with me when I say that the number of characters gives for a summary is really low. I didn't think that it was important enough to delete anything essential just to say it; to tell you the truth, it really has not much bearing on the story. It will pop up every now and then, but it does not progress the tale much at all. So, I am not going to put it in the summary and I am not going to change it. You will notice it maybe, three times in the duration of this fic. I plan on it being a long story.
(Scene: two years after Harry, Hermione, and Ron have left Hogwarts. Harry has become the head of the anti-Voldemort task-force. So much popular support had been granted to him however, that the position of Minister of Magic is nothing more than a ritual position; almost everything has to go through Harry. Popular rumor has it that the ministry is poised to grant dictatorship to Harry; they simply do not want to deal with the paperwork necessary to support a war and two leaders at thesame time. Many of Harry's close friends have become generals in the task-force, due to their experience previously against the Death Eaters. At present Harry his sitting in his office, listening to a messenger tell about the latest battle. The messenger begins the conversation.)
Bowing, the messenger begins his narrative. "Lord Potter; I regret to be the one to bring you this news, but it must be told. Not two hours ago we were apparently winning the battle; the Death Eaters were retreating, we had secured the muggle town, and we had even managed to wound Draco Malfoy. However, we had barely started to move forward when a cloaked figure strode out of the mist. His cloak was completely black, he was wearing some kind of body-armor, and he had a mask on. Not like the Death Eater masks, this one was much more impressive. Lady Hermione leapt forward to try to surprise him, but he was too quick. Before she was within twenty feet of him she was wrenched into the air. She started to grab her throat and we could see that she was choking. The scary thing is that he didn't have a wand. Lord Neville fired a stunning spell at him but he raised his hand and sucked it in. Luckily he was distracted enough that he dropped Lady Hermione. Then he caught sight of Lord Lupin directing the battle and he pulled out a silver cylinder at least ten inches long.
He pushed a button and a red beam of light shot out of one end. He proceeded to cut down eleven wizards on his way to Lupin, but a squad led by Luna Lovegood and Lord Ronald managed to stop him. Their onslaught was large enough to make him retreat, but during his attack enough off our best fighters had been distracted that we lost the town."
He stopped talking. Harry leapt forward and grabbed the man by the front of his shirt. Shaking him violently, he roared,
"What of Hermione? Is Hermione alright? What is her condition?" He dropped the wizard.
The messenger stood up, dusted himself off, and bowed. "Forgive me Lord Potter. I should have remembered that you would want to know about Hermione. She is in stable condition and they are bringing her back to headquarters for treatment. They should be here within five minutes. Here is the collected memory of the battle." He handed a small crystal jar filled with a silvery substance to Harry.
Harry to it and sat down tiredly. "Sorry about my outburst. Thank you for your information. You're dismissed."
The messenger bowed again and departed.
Harry leaned back in his chair, reached into a desk drawer and pulled out an empty miniature pensieve. He poured the liquid into the bowl and poked it a few times with his wand until it came the right point. He watched the scene of the cloaked figure.
It was exactly as the messenger had reported it. He picked up the bowl carefully and carried it over to a shelf. These shelves stretched around three sides of the room, stacked four high. Every six inches or so, there was another pensieve. They were all showing similar scenes.
Harry stepped to look at them. He had collected a large collection of theses sightings over the past six months. Remarkably there was not one single mention of these beings before six months ago. Through much observation Harry had come to realize that there were either two, or one had a split personality. Their very attitude showed different aspects of life. One wore a cloak with a slightly different cut; one had a silver light cylinder that was significantly longer than the other, and it let beams of light come out from both ends; most importantly, the one with the double blade would leap right into the heart of action and begin cutting people down, the other preferred to stay near the edge of the battle and throw spells around.
Harry had to assume that the silver cylinders contained their wands; they couldn't do the things they did without magic, could they?
Harry whipped himself around. He strode to his closet and pulled out a cloak, much like the ones his new enemies wore. In the past few months he had taken to imitating his enemies' style of dress, military posture, and method of walking. He wanted to make his people feel like they had a counterpart to this new threat. They certainly needed it. Since the figures had started appearing, the win/loss ratio was falling horribly towards the lost side. Every time recently when the Order of the Phoenix had been close to winning a battle with few casualties, the figures would show up, either making the win so horrible that the Order might as well have lost, or turning the victory into a smashing defeat. The only weakness that these figures had shown so far was a shocking inability to apparate. Unfortunately, there just weren't enough wizards in the task force to put an end to these monsters. He could only assume that they were the product of some dark alchemy of Voldemort's. No matter. If they were to be killed, there was no need to know in what manner they had been created. Harry realized that he was thinking in a lazy manner, but in a way, the war had changed him.
At the beginning, Harry had devoted himself to all sorts of information, attempting to understand everything that Voldemort did. Now he had simply come to accept that Voldemort was a perpetual mystery, and one of the few creatures that can best be studied when they are extinct. As a result, Harry had stopped trying to learn the Dark Arts and simply devoted himself to destroy them. At one time, there was a point when many believed that Harry could one day become as strong as Dumbledore himself; but that time was long gone.
When Dumbledore had died, he had taken a massive amount of learning, known only to him, to the grave. That much information could not be gathered in an ordinary lifetime. If Dumbledore had even attempted to pass on even a little amount of his knowledge to Harry, Harry could already be the most powerful wizard alive, instead of being second best. But Dumbledore, the old fool, had chosen to be secretive, to pass on very little at a time. Because of his stupidity, Dumbledore quite possibly had doomed the world to suffer the tyranny of Voldemort in command. Harry had to admit, however, Dumbledore had left clues to the location of three of the Horcruxes. Whether these were the only ones Dumbledore knew of, Harry did not know.
The clues left behind certainly helped, and those three horcruxes were all that Harry had been able to find. The total now was three horcruxes waiting to be destroyed. Harry would have to look for them later.
Despite the fact that if Harry met Voldemort he would get crushed, many people still believed that Harry could fight Voldemort one-on-one and win. Harry knew this wasn't possible; but he held a wild card that Voldemort would never stoop to using. In his belt Harry kept a weapon that could silence the Dark Lord with a bang. The great thing was that Voldemort would never see it coming. Also, those .50 caliber bullets would do some serious damage to any organic being. Harry had personally seen what destruction his Desert Eagle could wreck on humans; there had been a particularly nasty fight with odds about ten-to-one on the Death Eaters' side. Harry had begun learning how to use muggle weapons after he had seen a squad of muggle marines kill ten Death Eaters with very few casualties. It was an added bonus that Lucious Malfoy had been in charge of that group of Death Eaters.
Hagrid had once remarked on the effectiveness of muggle weapons. "There's nothing like a muggle weapon to cause loads of pain and sorrow, 'Arry. Those there muggles come up with things to make the Imperious Curse look pale. I mean, you-know-who can kill a person with a spell, but the muggles once built a bomb that killed thousands all at once. Very nasty. Then they also have all sorts of diseases in little glass bottles. If they let any of those break, not even Dumbledore could have stopped the epidemics that foller. Never underestimate a muggle. They could come in handy."
Hagrid had been right. Many Death Eaters had been killed by muggle soldiers before they had taken them seriously. After Voldemort had brought the wizarding world into sight of the muggle community, entire nations had joined either Harry or the Death Eaters. Luckily the United States, Briton, and Germany had hastened to join Harry. It really wasn't too hard to convince the U.S.; they had a science fiction addict for president at the time.
Harry had to admit; the muggle weapons and soldiers were all better than the wizards. The soldiers, especially the ones they called the Seals, were adept at infiltration and execution. There had been many missions that would have failed miserably without muggle support.
Even the underworld had proven useful. Voldemort's repulsion of muggles was to the extent that he would not talk to one without the muggle on his knees after giving an oath to serve Voldemort without question. This had caused many shady characters to offer their services to Harry; for a price of course.
He strode down the hallway. If they were bringing Hermione to headquarters, they would go straight to the hospital wing.
Therefore, Harry went to the hospital. Once he got there, he found it in a state of orderly chaos. One of the healers hurried over to him. Headquarters had the finest expertise in the whole world. One of the Death Eaters' first targets had been St. Mungo's.
"Sir; Hermione is in the bed over in the far corner. She's now recovering; it didn't take long to treat her throat, but I think you should see this." Harry was led over to a bed. "This is one of the victims of the attack of the Dark Knight," she said.
Harry glared at her.
"Who's the Dark Knight?"
"I'm sorry sir; the Dark Knight is what many people are calling that dreadful apparition on the battlefields. Anyway, look at these wounds." Harry bent down and saw a horribly precise and equal cut running along the man's chest. There was a distinct smell of scorched flesh in the air. The wound was already cauterized. Harry turned to look at the healer, who was practically shivering.
"Who cauterized this wound?" he asked her accusingly. "Did you?"
"Oh no sir; that was the way the wound was found. We think it was made with that red beam the Dark Knight waves around."
"Why was I never told of this?"
"We have never before been able to recover victims, sir."
Harry thought back. It dawned on him that this statement was true. After every time the figures showed up the Order had had to make a hasty retreat, both in triumph and defeat.
"We can do nothing for these patients."
Harry turned and hurried to Hermione's bedside. Remarkably she was awake.
"How are you feeling, Hermione?" asked Harry.
"A little embarrassed, I suppose."
Harry was puzzled. "There's no dishonor in being beaten by those monsters. It's tribute to your strength and courage that you even attempted to stop them."
"Oh, I'm not embarrassed about that, Harry. It's just that a little while ago Ron came in and told me that he didn't really want to be with me. He said that he loves Luna. The funny thing is, I've known for a least a year that I didn't want to spend my life with him. It was simply animal attraction. I just didn't want to hurt his feelings. Ron has the emotional level of a biscuit, and I didn't want to scare him away from getting to know anyone else.
"I don't want a short relationship filled with passion, Harry. I want to spend my time with someone I know that I can live with. Someone that I can raise children with. That's the whole point of marriage anyway. Ron thinks so too, on a more instinctive level. I'm not sure if he is capable of such in-depth thought.
"I'm kind of embarrassed that we continued to go out on dates for so long even though we didn't want to be with each other."
"Why are you telling me this? Isn't this very private?" asked Harry, although he sincerely hoped that he knew the answer.
"Don't you see, Harry? I want to be with you. I think that together we can be happy."
Harry hugged her. He whispered in her ear. "I love you Hermione. I think subconsciously I have always loved you. My other crushes, Cho and Ginny, were just teenage hormones running rampant. Now I've gotten older and a little wiser, and I want to be with you too."
Hermione hugged him back. "I know."
Harry jumped. "How could you know?"
Hermione smirked. "Well, it's been blindingly obvious to everyone for a long while. Almost everyone in the building knew except you and me."
Harry smiled. "I love you Hermione."
"I love you too."
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